Clumsy Field

If you know me well, you should have known my true nature as a clumsy boy.

I can tell you a thousand stories about my clumsiness around. When I first came into class, when I 
met my new friends, when I acquaintance with a new friend because of her similar name 
to 'Vanilla', when I greeted a girl next to me, when I say goodbye to my friend, 
when I was in front of my teacher.. It's a long, long, list.

But yesterday, when I was kicking ball with my brother, two little kids, 
who have just done harassing local kids, approached me to the field, and 
an awkward conversation occurred.

They stood behind my goal. I was focused to the ball kicked, while those 

two kids watched me as I was Mr. David Seaman.

Suddenly, one of them called me.

"Sir!"

I guess I was too old to be called 'Bro' or something like that.

Spontaneously, I turned back, and at that moment my brother shot the 

ball to my goal.

A bit confusion, I thought the boys weren't calling me. But then I 

approached them.

"Yeah?"

"Is playing here.. Free?"

"Um, no. Unless if you're a club memb-ah."

You know the sad story of my tongue.

"What?"

"He said, member." the other kid replied.

Luckily, he's smart enough.

"Oh. So, what is member?"

This question trapped me like Maths.

"Um.. Well, member. You join the club."

"Whatever. So, what about a non-member?"

"You have to pay to play."

"How much?"

"I don't know. But I'm telling you, it's expensive."

No lies.

"Hey, I think Auntie has a member card."

"Really?"

"Cool. Now go, check your Auntie."

I tried to get me out of this trapping conversation.

"K, alright, Si.. Bro."

He read my mind.

But I thought I was too harsh so they went away, so I tried to be a bit nicer.

"Hey, you wanna pay.. To play one-on-one?"

"I guess."

"Why don't you pick another friends to play?"

"We.. Dunno. Maybe Auntie knows."

With that, they fled, and I don't know whether they will ask their 

Auntie to bring them some friends or play with their Auntie.

The last time I saw them is when they were running back

to the field, now with their Mum, Auntie, Sister, or who.

Oh, and I got a part-time job for my last moments in holiday.

A high-octane shoes delivery. In the tight night. So someone suggested me to run fast in the night, maybe for health, picking shoes and packed it to be delivered.. To the field.

I love the field. But please, no people around.